Deep, Dark & Dirty -Desire On the Dance floor
House music is overpowering me with its throbbing beat, the flashing lights and lasers disorientate me forcing me to squint against their glare. The place seems really full tonight; the dance floor is packed with clubbers and revelers. My head is spinning; I curse myself for drinking way too much Vodka knowing I've gone way over my limit. That coupled with the ecstasy pills we necked earlier in the night... Well I'm feeling pretty smashed to put it mildly. I've lost my friends in the thrum of the crowds around me and I panic a little inside as I realise I can't see them anywhere.
Then the DJ drops an unmistakable track, a personal favourite of mine, the heavy beat and baseline reverberate around my chest, I'm rapidly swept up. The cocktail of vodka and recreationals in my stomach dull my inhibitions, I become lost in the pulsing music, feel the baseline vibrating through my body, goose bumps covering my bare skin. My eyes are half closed and I'm dancing once more. Somewhere in my mind I marvel at how music can transport you to another universe, make you feel so good inside; alive, free. My body moves fluidly to the rhythm, my limbs feel liberated as does my state of mind. I'm barely aware of my surroundings; no longer care how busy it is on the dance floor around me, I'm only concerned with the music. I recall a quote from a classic film I saw years back, “I’m making love to the music man! And believe me; I can go all night..." Right now that line couldn't be more true or more apt. With each beat that bursts through the giant speakers, I feel the rumble of the base and every hair on the back of my neck stands on end. There are more vivid sensations I'm feeling right now; elation, euphoria, arousal....
I'm so horny and turned on right now and it's reflected in my every movement, in the way I roll my hips, head tossed back, arms in the air. I'm now aware of other bodies around me in close proximity. Arms brush against me, body heat soaks through my skin, heightening my senses to fever-pitch. Suddenly I feel strong hands on my hips; an unseen stranger is behind me. Initially I vaguely wonder if it's one of my friends come to rescue me. If I was a little more sober, a little less high I would certainly whirl round to face the owner of these firm hands, however I barely even flinch. I'm completely absorbed in not only the music but the lustful vibes coursing through me that I actually welcome this physical contact. Those same hands increase their grip on my hips, their warm fingers press into my bare flesh. I sense this person stepping up closer behind me, deliberately moulding themselves against me, moving in unison with me to the music. I soon discover the stranger is a man for I can feel an unmistakable hardness pressing into the crease between the cheeks of my arse. Far from being alarmed I am reveling in the feeling, I can't help myself and I push my buttocks back against him. He responds by grinding into me in time to the music. His hands stroke upwards, over my ribcage until they graze over my tits, seeking out the hardness of my nipples under the flimsy material of my skimpy vest top.
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